He picks his favorite face In scowling concentration, Brooding in infinite space Over hands interlaced. Good rules or bad rules. Neither overpowers. Equipoised, creation cools. Glory self-devours. Hands fly away from clasping, Scattering the stars. Giving is filled up with asking And there are wars. He studies his outspread fingers Splayed all over space, Leaves
Two Poems By Ellen Douglas Geste I warn you, I won’t promise anything; My ruddy revenant may well confound With skirl of bagpipe, antic highland fling, Each steadier denizen of grassier mound. Perhaps down medieval stream I’ll trail; Slim effigy, in velvet-hearted drift Of lilies, spiced yet scentless, poet-pale, Not pennies, never pennies for my
“Never again!” swore Jews who survived the Shoah. So they kill Muslims.
Shortly after the attack on the World Trade Center Towers, Osama bin Laden said, “We love death. The U.S. loves life. That is the big difference between us.” The difference isn’t as big nowadays. American followers of Alex Jones, Tulsi Gabbard, J.D. Vance, Tucker Carlson, and other right-wing Trumpists believe that Vladimir Putin’s invasion of
They’re rioting in Washington La, la-la-la-la la lah. There’s war in Ukraine La, la-la-la-la lah. There’s Fascism in Florida La, la-la-la-la la lah And the southwest needs rain. The whole world is festering With unhappy souls. The French hate each other, Israelis hate the Poles. The Serbs hate the Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch,
Sam Alito lacks a womb. He can’t have babies, but he wrote That those who can will have no vote On keeping them or not. He’s doomed Even rape victims to carry to term Children not planned or wanted. Firm In fatuity, righteous Sam Thinks that this country should be run By men, the distaff
Hurray, hurray, The First of May! Outdoor sex Begins today!
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” -Samuel Johnson “Patriotism is like a penis. It’s a perfectly fine thing to have and to take pride in, but when one takes it out and waves it around, we have a problem.” – Dame Maggie Smith
This year it’s a time of mourning. Putin has scorched part of Earth. Losing his war, he might use nukes. Gaia will scream and perish
Snow came on Easter. Flakes like petals from cherry blossoms blessed the ground.